Who: Shelly Dekiller and Matt Engarde. [OPEN] What: Shelly's gonna kill Matt :D Where: The Ouran Mansion When: After the masquerade dies down a bit, after the Contest. Rating: R cursing and violence. Open: Reactions!
This guy was really starting to piss him off. He was touchy and close like his fans used to get. Of course, back then a simple scribble of a marker would send them off in excitement and glee. This was not the case.
He was about ready to turn to the guy and tell him to get lost, when his body jerked to the feeling of a sharp blade pricking his skin. Matt opened his mouth to protest, however it didn't take long for him to piece it together. He didn't even have time to collect his thoughts on how stupid it was to come here in the first place.
He shivered upon hearing that voice, his stomach in knots. "DeKiller" he started, "I should have known."
Panic was hitting him hard. He couldn't think clearly on what to do, or how to do it, but seeing as how he'd rather *not* die, he did the first thing that came to mind. Gripping his cane with both hands, he jabbed it back against Shelly. Hopping to his feet, he went to run away, when the tendons and nerves in his knee reminded him that fleeing in terror wasn't going to be easy in the slightest bit. He cried out in pain, still trying to hobble away.
He was about ready to turn to the guy and tell him to get lost, when his body jerked to the feeling of a sharp blade pricking his skin. Matt opened his mouth to protest, however it didn't take long for him to piece it together. He didn't even have time to collect his thoughts on how stupid it was to come here in the first place.
He shivered upon hearing that voice, his stomach in knots. "DeKiller" he started, "I should have known."
Panic was hitting him hard. He couldn't think clearly on what to do, or how to do it, but seeing as how he'd rather *not* die, he did the first thing that came to mind. Gripping his cane with both hands, he jabbed it back against Shelly. Hopping to his feet, he went to run away, when the tendons and nerves in his knee reminded him that fleeing in terror wasn't going to be easy in the slightest bit. He cried out in pain, still trying to hobble away.
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